The dog had waited awhile until no one was around. His blue eyes were slits and it looked as if any movement would sap all his energy and leave only a husk of the dog's carcass. But, Adair twisted around so his muzzle lied directly on top of the bullet wound, and he seemed to growl under his breath. There was a brief flash of light and the maroon liquid spilled on the ground began to slowly flow back into the puncture and the bullet extracted itself, finally allowing the flesh to mend back together. Adair flopped back on the ground with a huff and yawn.
{ I was thinking Adair could have small control over time .w. Like, he could reverse or fast-forward a flower's growth like they do in all dem nature documentarys. Nothing big though, and it's really draining. }



